Janette was alone in the house. This was not what she needed right now. Didn't Joe think she had enough on her plate ,without having to worry about him running off! A tear ran down her cheek, and she finally shut the door with a click, went to head towards the lounge, but gave up before she had turned all the way around and just slid down the door. She might as well have been a single mother since her husband got ill.
Two years ago, her husband Bill had started to get these crippling headaches. Janette hadn't even known until she found 12 empty packets of aspirin in the bathroom waste basket and 12 more full ones in his rucksack and confronted him. He told her that they had been going on for months but he had hoped they would just pass. That night Bill had sat on the edge of their bed and cried into her shoulder. He was so scared. Eventually Janette persuaded him to go and see a Doctor. There followed; waiting. Brain scans. Waiting. Results. and a lot of bad news.
Bill had a brain tumor, and the best place for it to be treated was at a hospital right across the country. At first, they made time to go for visits from their old home, but as his treatment became more severe, Janette was less and less willing to leave him, and so they moved to this new neighbourhood, that was only half an hours drive from where her husband was staying. She had been offered hospital accommodation, but she was aware that Joe was still very young, and she'd wanted him to have as normal a life as possible, so she declined.
Life had been hard recently, with only her wage and some benefits to live on. It had been difficult enough for her to feed them both adequately, let alone pay for her Son to have new school shoes! Janette was looking haggard and worn, dressing in big frumpy clothes because they made her feel safe; but all of that, even the increasing waywardness of her Son, had been leading up to a time when (hopefully) the tumor shrank enough to be operated on.It was going ahead next Wednesday, and it was such a gamble. She found it hard to fathom that that next week she may not have her Bill, the only one who actually called her Janette and not Jane. He might not be ill, or dying, but...dead. Gone, in the blink of an eye.
Jane knew then that she was like Joe; angry at Bill because she didn't want to face her own fear, and so so selfish.